Seductive Tales of Romance
Finally, I undressed in the dark, slipped under the blanket, and turned away from Ravi.
I think that was the first time I admitted it to myself.
Something was broken.
Not in our bodies — but in the space between us.
Days turned into weeks. The distance between Ravi and me widened like a road in a drought-struck village — cracked, arid, uncrossed. I tried to talk to him once, tried to ask if he still wanted this marriage. He looked at me, eyes tired and indifferent, and said, “Let’s not make things more difficult, Sabita. Everything will be fine.”